The Largest Shopping Mall in Continental Europe

First announcement: THE GRANDPARENTS ARE GONE!!!! This really calls for much bigger celebrations, but I'm currently trying to re-clean everything and load the kitchen into the dishwasher. Since she's arrived, the dishwasher hasn't been working right... And the cough she's been trying to germ me with hasn't spread so PHEW! I really don't need her Granny-Germs in time for Christmas. *Her evil plan failed*


Today I went to La Defense avec Catie. Wikipedia states it's the largest shopping mall in continental Europe, which I'm choosing to believe merely because I love boasting about the fact I WENT THERE!! It's the grand arch surrounded by sky scrapers and glass domes, which is at the end of the line of mounmnents - The glass pyramid at the Louvre, Place de la Concorde, L'arc de Triompe, Eiffel Tower, and La Defense. It was really good. Starbucks, Snow storms and some really good finds in the shops. And there was also a Christmas Market on one of the roof tops which was really impressive - and much better than the Champs Elysees market. And I think I have actually found someone else who knows the entire of Parent Trap as well! (Don't look so stunned, brothers!) O.M.G. Usually people are like 'Yahh I know all the words' but Catie and I KNOW all the words. The intonation, they emphasis on the words, the accents. We went round La Defense saying aloud random scenes (secretly testing each other? - we both passed anyway!) and got so distracted by it she knocked over an entire bottle of fruity-spirits she'd just bought from the market for a Christmas present. Way to go on ruining the fun! (I blame the bottle.) So that added to the eventful-ness of the day, but if I see my face pasted up on the H&M notice boards accompanied with a 'Banned/Barred' header, it won't be the bottle I'm blaming! Ha I'm kidding Catie. :P

 

  

  

This evening I cooked 'Dinde' for the kids. I have no idea what 'Dinde' is - for all I know it could be 'whale genitals dipped in sea scum and stuffed with foie gras', but something tells me that the French wouldn't have one word for THAT delicatessen. Or would they...?! Anyway, they looked more or less like chicken fillets, and it went down well so the plan to inconspicuously poison them didn't work this time. Darn! Better luck next time. Oh. I just discovered that it was turkey. Well that would explain the chicken-esque-ness!